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Irittains Poems 



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COLONEL L J. BRITTAIN 



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WINSTON-SALEM, N. C. 



READER : I am an old, disabled Confederate 
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The Wonders of the Present Age 

I have been tempted imicli of late 
To write at least a page 
Upon some works of recent date, 
The wonders of the age. 

We ill an age of wonders live, 
Wherein the skill of man 
Seems an impulcian to receive 
And do what mortal can. 

In fourteen hundred brave Guttenburg 
Invented types of wood. 
He thought the harm that art might cause 
Would be overcome with good. 

Now we have colleges and schools. 
Which number hundreds and more 
And flourish under better rules 
Than ever known before. 

The truckles, carts and sleds once drawn 

By oxen through the mud 

Are out of use, forgot and gone 

Like things before the flood. 

Steamships ride on the stormy main, 
Steamboats on rivers ply. 
And locomotives o'er the plain 
With greater swiftness fly. 

We daily hear the humming sound. 
The ringing of the car.' , 
Within a few miles of your own ground 
On trails of iron bars. 

The steam let through a copper horn 
Produces a thrilled sound, 
And on the gentle breezes borne 
Is heard for miles around. 

We sometimes hear it at our homes. 
Resounding upon the air, 
Its object is the hogs and cows 
From of? the track to scare. 

Though many a cow is doomed to feel 
The locomotive's weight; 
And hogs have scarcely time to squeal 
Before it is too late. 

And yet no farmer loses more 
Than balances his gain. 
For higher prices than before 
Are paid for pork and grain. 



Through every State and every chme 
They have their railroads done, 
And twenty minutes it will take 
Each fifteen miles to run. 

And forty cents for each fifteen 
The passenger must pay, 
And have a pleasant ride between 
The depot and the way. 

I now will try my rustic muse 
On the magnetic wires. 
That Morse contrived to carry news 
Wherever man desires. 

The word is sent as quick as thought, 
Upon some lightning's speed. 
What bank is broke, what rogue is caught. 
What swindler still succeeds. 

I said full forty years ago 
That it was not unfair 
To say in less than fifty years 
We would navigate the air. 

A new invention Bill has made, 
That's now within our homes, 
Composed of drums and copper wite. 
And called it telephone. 

The electric shock is a monster power. 
We feel it more and more. 
It chased and captured both cross and white 
Beyond the Canadian shore. 

It is like other gifts of God, 

Produces life and death. 

And brings forth crops through earth and sod ; 

We breathe it in every breath. 

For other things it now is used. 
We see it every hour; 
The machinery all over the land 
Is run by electric motor power. 

We have fine factories way up North, 
With ease they weave and spin. 
Full half their honor is due the South 
And Whitney's cotton gin. 

The farmers of the present day 
Will never be content 
Unless they have the best of seed 
And farming implements. 



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The ladies in their humble sphere 
To have their minds serene. 
To have the best cooking range 
And Singer sewing machine. 

The quality of all our crops 

Is held in high repute 

There is nothing that excells them all 

Like luscious nursery fruit. 

Old fogey traits and ignorance 

We see are bound to go, 

I am glad we live when it's no disgrace 

For a girl to have a beau. 

We have (ine colleges where deaf and blind 
Are taught to read and write, 
They expand their minds and serve their God 
Without the use of sight. 

The tallow candle is past and gone, 
The gas lamp took its flight, 
We substitute great kerosene 
And the tlectric light. 

The locomotive wends its way 
Upon two iron bars, 
By the help of electricity we ride 
The trolley cars. 

The old farm wagon trudges on, 
The dude will ride his wheel. 
The gentry of the present day 
Will ride the automobile. 

While on my tour through the West 
The deep wells I often pass. 
And found the towns and farmers' homes 
Lit up by natural gas: 

Inventions now are being made. 
They're going fore and aft. 
There's nothing has surprised the world 
Like Kdison's phonograph. 

Though many wonders have been done 
Beneath this Southern sky. 
And a perpetual motion run 
The fools will ever try. 

The Christian world indulges in war, 
They make the cannon fog; 
The devil he invented this 
And apple brandy grog. 



In all the works of human art 
Old Satan claims a share, 
But in creation had no part, 
For God himself was there. 

Of all inventions man has made 

In these our latter days 

Sure all our reverence should be paid 

By giving God the praise. 



Recollections of Cornwallis' Encamp- 
ment at Dixon's Mill, Chatham Co., 
North Carolina, .AD. i78i,by Simon 
Dixon. 

It was March, the '2'2d day, 
That here the Brittish army lay. 
Still covered with the bloody stains 
That Greene gave them on old Guilford's 
plains. 

Toward evening when the toils were done, 
A father thus addressed his son: 
Now go with thy Cousin John, 
Take all the horses from the barn. 

A mile or two they took them forth. 
And loosing them they turned back North, 
Whence was the way that they had come, 
And with the bridle started home. 

When presently there came in view- 
Three hundred horsemen dressed in blue, 
When these boys they had espied 
They called and said: Those bridles hide; 

The red coats are about your home, 
And you they'll t^ke your horses from. 
Admonished thus ihey crossed a bog. 
And hid the bridlt-s under an old log. 

And now they see from ot^' the hill 
What does their mind vxith wonder till. 
One seldom such a sight enjoys 
As burst asudden on these boys. 

A string of long lines of red co.'Us stream- 
ing on, 
Their arms all glittering in the svui. 
While o'er thtir heads and waving high 
The British colors proiidly fly. 



The rolling drums ami screainiag life 
To the grand scene jkIc! a new life, 
They trail along like branchless vines, 
Three thousand men in two long lines. 

They rise and fall and sweep around 
As bends the road or lies the ground. 
The curves and waves together bend. 
And to the scene enchantment lend. 

It seems to them a mighty flood 
Comes rolling on to where they stood, 
While still further back beyond 
Where trees and hills flank the mill pond. 

Wagons and horses, men, move up behind. 
Their flags all fluttering in the wind. 
They halt, and now make a stand. 
And having each location scanned, 

Prepare to camp upon the hill 

That stretches Northward from the mill. 

Now as the host o'erspreads the plain 

A band of horsemen came down the lane. 

Whose epaulets and caps and swords 
Proclaim them all officer Lords, 
Arrived at the mansion where they stopped 
And nimbly from their horses popped. 

They ordered out the landlord's spouse 
And took possession of the house. 
With this gay crowd fwo horses came, 
Bearing along a wooden frame. 

One in the rear, one in the van, 

And on it lay a wounded man, 

An I'tfictr of high rank, 

Whose blood old Guilford's soil had drank. 

In mark'd contrast he now appears 
To his gay brother officers. 
^'l-t scarce a week has passed away 
Smce that tf) him eventful day 

Colonel Webster led his comrades on, 
Where charging hosts made blood rim down, 
And his fate is only sad to tell, 
One of the three thousand nu-n who fell. 

The hill now groans beneath the tramp 
Of thousands fixing up their camp. 
They chose for it the forest scene, 
A promising wheatfield clothed in green. 



That which had been the farmer's pride 
'Neath martial feet is now destioyed, 
A common fate wherever war's trained 
Is now let loose by wicked men. 

To ruin all they had desires, 
So took the rails to build their fires, 
And to build a spacious pen 
That night to keep their cattle in. 

Of which they took full many a score, 
And slaughtered here but eighty-four, 
As Cornwallis lay in the big stone house 
It was here that gold, Simon's spouse, 

After the family went doivn the hill 
To take refuge in the old Fulmo mill, 
She thought to take the solace of a smoke. 
What old woman wouldn't under such a joke? 

But disappointment was her lot. 
She found she had her pipe forgot, 
And though it was amoi'g her foes 
To regain it up she goes. 

As fhe stepped into the yard. 
True at his post the watchful guard 
Presents his bayonet with tiger's gripe 
Forbids to get even her old pipe. 

She spoke, her words were overheard. 
His lordship protnptly interfered, 
And granted what she" did invoke 
The privilege to take a smoke. 

Close to the race above the mill, 
In the form of a sweet potato hill, 
They stacked their arms upo the ground. 
The muzzles u"p, the butts were down. 

The soldiers around their arms did Hock, 
Each musket mounted on its own flint lock. 
A lad draws nigh to view them here. 
He is noticed by a guardsman near. 

Who, as he looks, addressed him thus: 
Where is General Greene, the rebel cuss? 
When they had gotten their goods all packed, 
Went to the mill its contents to ransack. 

Seized all the corn, meal, likewise fine flour, 
Would have taken m>)re if it had been there. 
See, what a fine lot of grain we have found, 
A mill to grind it, explained all 'round. 



Ho! Ho! Where's the miller? their leader 

did cry. 
He looked, no millei' could his eyes espy. 

Said: Let out the water on the old wheel. 

And pour up the grain, we'll soon have fine 
meal. 

None seemed overpowered to put forth the 
hand. 

And two or three times he urged the com- 
mand. 

Their business had been to fight and to kill, 

They knew ne.xt to nothing about tending a 
mill. 

At length one is found to come up to the 
scratch. 

He poured the corn in the hopper and step- 
ped to the hatch. 

For, unlike the Dutchman, his stones all dull, 
He never or.ce thought to take more toll. 
For some time on the wheel the water had 

flowed. 
Yet moving around no sign had it showed. 

When their appearance was known 

He, stopping the mill, let the lightning staff 

down, 
Letting both stones come entirely together. 
Now the runner was held hard and fast by 

the other. 

Draw up the hatch, let on some more water. 
The hatch is clear up, what can be the matter? 
Now a bunch of red coats, as it still did not 

move. 
Seized hold of the arms to give it a shove. 

Others stepped on the side where the waters 

did flow, 
And thought by their strength they might 

force it to go. 
They pushed, shoved and shouldered and 

hollered. But still 
Which brought many a curse on the rebel 

old mill. 

The Irish, with their oaths, kept up a terrible 
clatter, 

English, Scotch and Welsh kept up a terri- 
ble chatter, 



But still the mill stood fast in its pride, 
And all the rash oaths still stood and defied. 

While over and around them its weapons it 
plied, 

Threw mud and cold water on this and on 
that side, 

For over half an hour their memories did try, 

The thing is sure bewitched, some, half cred- 
ulous, did cry. 

Now the sun had sunk down in the West, 
And the English cockades began to lower 

their crest. 
They looked at each other, said: "Give up, 

we must." 
.So the proud lion dropped his tail in the dust. 

America's proud eagle flaps his wings at the 

story. 
For the British succumb, and the old mill got 

the glory. 
They gave up the contest, and proclaimed 

aloud 
They had not a miller in all that whole crowd. 

And it may be said of the battle of Di.xon's 

Mill, 
Their foes blood in rain English armies did 

spill. 
They were forced to make more use of their 

legs 
Than they did when they fought the Battle 

of the Kegs. 

BY I. J. K. 

Cornwallis was cut to pieces 
To fight he thought 'twas no use 
He left all his wounded 
Under a flag of truce. 

The Ouakers all assembled 
And saw where they had bled, . 
They all look compassion 
And buried his dead. 

He was harrassed on all sides. 
He could not be still; 
He made his next encampment 
At Captain Bell's mill. 



He told Mrs. Bell then 
He had annihilated Green, 
No more (•( the Continentals 
Would ever again be seen. 

Her husband at that time 

Was nowhere to be seen: 

She told him he was in the service 

Of General Nathaniel Greene. 

But in a few days he talked more free; 

He said: Another such a victory will annihi- 
late me. 

He had had a drawn battle, no victory was 
won, 

Although he had captured two or three of 
Greene's guns. 

Greene sent him a flag, Old Nat got warm. 
He told him he could have four more guns 

at the very same terms; 
At this bold assertion Cornwallis took fright; 
He retreated from Bell's Mill that evening 

and night. 

He had scarcely gone and drawn in his guards. 
Before Colonel Washington reined up his 

horse in Mrs. Bell's yard. 
He told her she must have some excuse to 

resort 
And go to Cornwallis and bring a report, 

She mounted her horse, never counting the 

cost. 
And soon she was in the midst of Cornwallis' 

host, 
Her commands they were stern, she would 

not be bluffed, 
She told him his soldiers had stolen a part 

of her stuff. 

She sat on her horse, she had a keen eye. 
She thought that now would be a good time 

to spy. 
She noticed the distance covered by his 

stacks of guns: 
Colonel Washington could count his men 

almost down to one. 



Next morning he retreated across a long 

ridge, 
He crossed over Deep River on a temporary 

bridge, 
He got over safely and then he soon found 
It would be a wise policy to cut the bridge 

down. 

He forwarded his army, they marched to right 

oblique. 
His next stopping place was down at Cross 

Creek. 
He stopped and rested two days at will, 
The name of the place is now Fayetteville. 

He started for Wilmington, and as he march- 
ed down 

Colonel Webster died, and was buried at 
Elizabethtown. 

The British were gloomy, they said it looked 
bad, 

They said at the funeral Corn wallis looked sad. 

He marched on to Wilmington, by Moore's 

battle field, 
He expected he himself would, too, have to 

yield. 
He and Sir Peter Parker were in the Cape Pear 
Expecting a victory from the Scotch soldiers 

to hear. 

But General Moore and Dick Gaswell some- 
how slipped in between, 

(The Scotch soldiers thought that terribly 
mean, ) 

They formed a line of battle, their charge it 
was bold, 

They captured General McDonald and all 
of his gold. 

Cornwallis and Admiral Parker heard of 

their defeat. 
They stretched their sails and made a hasty 

retreat ; 
They went to Fort Moultrie to take it pell 

meli; 
Colonel Moulttie sent them flying with solid 

shot and with shell. 



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We'll go back to Moore's Creek battlefield, 
Where Scotch soldiers fared hard; 
This battle was fought the 10th of February, 
Before Independence was declared. 

The Regulators threw off the foreign yoke of 

oppression, 
Made Governor Tryon see fun. 
They fought a hard battle at Alamance, 
In Seventeen seventy-one. 

The State was in rebellion. 
But they somehow contrived 
To declare their independence 
In Seventeen seventy-five. 

The British said the North Carolinians 
Were all a hard lot, 
Particularly Major White 
With his gunpowder plot. 

For pure patriotism they had no lack, 
They sent a copy of their Independence to 

Philadelphia by Captain Jack. 
William Hooper and Thomas Jefferson got 

the matter ti.ved 
And declared a general Independence 4th of 

July, '76. 

We'll go back to Moore's Creek and see if 

Cornwallis will beg. 
Oh. no! he's formed a junction with Major 

James Craig. 
Who procured munitions and rations, and 

slowly marched on. 
The people of Wilmington were glad he was 

gone. 

He had no mishaps until he got to the Neuse, 

\V'^here he met Colonel .Slocum with his cav- 
alry troops. 

He found in North Carolina was no place to 
see fun, 

And there he abandoned one of Gen Greene's 
guns. 

It was captured at Guilford, had come all the 

rounds, 
(It is now mounted in victory in Guilforct 

Battle grounds ) 



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He marched into Halifax to replenish his 

stock; 
He was harassed on all sides by Col. Locke. 

The ladies of Halifax did him much provoke, 
He took his shattered army and crossed the 

Roanoke, 
And just above Richmond he met LaFayette, 
Who gave him "Hail, Columbia," and don't 

you forget. 

LaFayette retreated and did some good work ! 
He lead him into the Peninsula at Little ^'ork, 
Cornwallis expected the British fleet, but lo. 

they were French, 
Which caused his Lordship to dig him a 

trench. 

Surrounded by Washington he maneuvered 

many ways. 
But had to surrender in a very few days. 
The news of this victory soon spread far and 

wide 
Lord Fairfax, at Winchester, he fell back 

and died. 

Washington's brave couriers would never 

refuse 
To go out in every direction to tell the good 

r I v\ s. 
General Clinton at New ^'ork repaired to his 

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And soon our country was clear of the Red 
C ( ;iis 

King George, in despair, did yield up the 

contest. 
Now, student, read history; it will tell you 

the rest. 



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The Patriotic Ladies 

I know I am a woman. 
For we will all respond, 
For we all are patriotic, 
We will buy up Liberty Bonds. 

For we are left alone, all alone, 

We are patriotic American women, 

And we are not ashamed. 

We throw in our little mites 

To help out Uncle Sam. 

For we are left alone, all alone. 

My sweetheart told me of the Ger- 
mans, 
And how their bullets hiss: 
He laid his arm around me 
And gave me the good-bye kiss. 

C/tonis 

Our boys are patriotic. 
Determined to be free; 
They are descendants of the gallant 

men 
Who marched with ("leneral Lee. 

Chorus 

Our boys are in the trenches. 
Their sweethearts to defend; 
They will give them H^iil, Columbia, 
Ui.til this cruel war shall end. 

Chorus 

S )ine of them are low in stature, 
And some are very tall; 
They are the Blue Hen's chickens, 
And can face the cannon ball. 

Choncs 

They all are patriotic. 
The truth to you I'll tell; 
They'll form a line of battle 
And give the rebel yell. 

Chorus 



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They will give them nitroglycerine 

bombs, 
And make them face about, 
And double quick to Germany, 
To live on sourkraut. 

C/ioriis 

They'll go over there in airplanes. 
Their property they vviO burn. 
They'll humble the wicked Germans, 
And then they will return. 

Chorus 

We'll join our right hands together, 
And take the name of theirs; 
We'll knit our hearts together. 
And then we'll have no fears. 

Chorus 

We will have a hnppy country; 
Her banner is unfurled, 
Her Flag and Constitution 
Are the oldest in the world. 

Chorus 

Our Constitution gives us liberty. 
It has been amended fifteen times, 
It's worthy of song and story. 
Of poetry and of rhyme. 

Chorus 

We'll cry out for our country, 
We'll do that with everv breath: 
In the language of Patrick Henry: 
" Give me liberty or give me death' ' . 

Chorus 

Now, patriotic maidens, 

With your sweethearts correspond. 

And rally to their rescue. 

And buy a Liberty Bond. 

Cho} us 
Our old veterans are patriotic 
I know we would be free, 
If they could only march to Germany 
Under the command of General Lee. 

Chortis 



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The Ways of the World 

Some people boldly take their stand, 

Move corner stones, steal neighbors' lanil, 

They live by thievery at their ease 

And sneak around and cut down line trees. 

Their neiglibors' land they do adore. 

They will slip further o'er and hack a few- 
more. 

They never take the Bible for a stand 
That says cursed is he that stealeth land. 

But they will tell poor sinners of an awful hell, 
Not dreaming that they will get a smell, 

And all poor sinners they will deride 
And say: Behold! we are sanctified. 

They skip around and have their glee. 
Like Zaccheus of old they will climb a tree, 

And there they will take the Saviour in, 
And say: Behold! we cannot sin. 

The Lord will let them have their fun. 

He has said in His Word there is none 
good, not one, 

And if they make Him out a liar 
There is danger of hellfire. 

You know we are all here on probation. 
And have the promise of damnation; 

There are other people we do not admire 
That oppress the laborer in his hire. 

They will swindle when they buy or sell 
And preach poor sinners down to hell. 

The category of sins is deemed the worst. 
But remember the extortioner conieth first; 

To own the world is their whole desire; 
They, too, have the promise of hellfire. 

In half the families we find a flaw, 
Represented by Jacob and Esau. 

Esau mu;t drudge and carry the billet 
And Jakey he must sop up the skillet. 

The pious will say this should not remain; 

The truth is blamed but never shamed. 
Now take this home for all I care, 

The cap that tils you sure must wear. 



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I have observed these things from early youth. 

Reader, this is the naked truth. 
This subject is well diagnosed, 

Such evils ought to be exposed. 

The young will think and ponder then 
Be better women and better men. 

They will give such vices an awful blow. 
And ever, ever scorn to stoop that low. 

My readers will think that I am tough 
Because I treat the world so rough; 

For conscience bids me not to shrink. 
But utter boldly what I think. 

Let Christian people be more refined. 

And by their good works let their light 
shine. 

We know he is a darling toy 
Because he s mother's little boy. 

You know it has always been the rule 
To make a dog of mother's fool. 

Now parents to you the truth I'll tell, 

You need not do anything more to get to 
h . 

I know my readers will be disposed 
To know by whom this was composed; 

It was composed and closely written 

By no one in the world but I. J. Brittain. 



White Oak Mills 

(Y.inkee Doodle l 



The old White Oak Tree of no renown, 
It stood here all alone. 
Its friends were few and far between 
Until it met with Caesar Cone. 

Thou hast been here two hundred years. 

And saw the Indian roam; 
No woodman's axe shall e'er thee touch. 

For this shall be my home. 

And on thy mission strong and brave, 

A-waving to and fro, 
Thou wilt be firmly standing here 

When death has laid me low. 



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The time will come when thou wilt fall 

And never have a pain. 
And thcHi wilt crumble and decay, 

And I will rise again. 

The old Professor in his muse. 
He thought of brick and sills; 

I will perpetuate thy name 
By building White Oak Mills. 

A giant factory I will build, 

And ship my cloth in rolls. 
And thy good name my trade mark be, 

Shall go from Pole to Pole. 

The Northern people made a rush 

To build up cotton mills; 
The morning whistles now are heard, 

And echo through the hills. 

The Lord decreed that we should work, 

And earn our daily bread. 
In his great wisdom sent them here, 
• For his people to be fed. 

Proximity was the pioneer, 

We saw her people thrive, 
And other niifls have since been built, 

And now they number five. 

The owners of those cotton mills 

Will foster enterprise; 
The Draper looms insert their quills 

And yet they have no eyes. 

While walking through the cotton mills, 

We see the spindles whirl, 
And all this noise would soon be hushed 

But for those pretty girls. 

We knew this place in auld lang syne. 
It then was termed hard scramble; 

But brighter days are dawning now, 
They came with Robert Campbell. 

Now, rural folks, I pray take heed, 

Have a respect for those. 
Who earn their bread by honest toil. 

You know they make your clothes. 



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Your bleachings and your other clothes, 
Your stockings and your frills, 

Are made by people of noble worth, 
The products of the mills. 



A Tan Bark Peeling 

Captain Southerland is enterprising, 

He is making his mark; 
He has a gang of hoboes 

A peeling Tan Bark. 

We are all in fine spirits, 

And are now doing well; 
We are gentlemen boarders 

At the Mountain Hotel. 

Our quarters are cozy, 

We have all complete, 
With Aunt Sal for cook, 

And plenty to eat. 

We have fancy bread and flavors, 

Potatoes and stew, 
White sugar, good coffee, 

And sasengers, too. 

We have our romps 

And pastimes. 
Sometimes run a race, 

Reflecting that labor is not a disgrace. 

The dude may talk politics 

And sit in the shade. 
But he has to come to his Uncle Ike 

To learn how leather is made. 

It is a poor subject 

But my rustic muse 
Has teased me to sing about 

Leather and shoes, 

Until I have concluded 

It might be the best 
To humor her 

In such a simple request. 

You know all the leather 

Is first in raw hides. 
And all the large skins 

Are cut into sides. 



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And yet every side 

Has two o( its own. 
As unlike in texture 

As cloth and whalebone. 

The whole of the process 

It is needless to state, 
You know upper-leather 

Is not sold by weight. 

But sole-leather is 

And always 
Left thick 
With all the bark on that chances to stick. 

The Tanner and the Curriers 

To please a vain taste 
Must dress down the leather 

To a scandalous waste. 

Yet Ladies and Dandies 

Like thin shoes so well, 
The leather must suit them 

In order to sell. 

The thicker for men folks 

We think would be right, 
While the thinest for women 

Is always too light. 

Thousands die of consumption 

From the corsets they use, 
Yet thousands more take it 

By wearing thin shoes. 

Next comes the shoemaker, 

Who makes it still worse, 
And with the thin leather 

Increases the curse. 

The last should be nearly 

As broad as the foot, 
With instep and measure 

Proportioned to suit. 

And let every Dude 

Who has a sore toe, 
Tell where the shoe pinches. 

If he's sense to know. 

And all the shoemakers 

Should ever refuse 
To put such rotten shavings 

In leather and shoes. 



Composed by the Author for Cigarette 
Factory 

The Lord in His wisdom 
Commands us to work, 
His promise: No bread 
To the man that will shirk. 

We are working for Reynolds, 
Surely we'll win, 
The gate will fly open. 
And we will march in. 

Our girls they are happy, 

They never do fret, 

They sit at their tables 

And prepare Camel Cigarettes. 

Now this is the truth 
And no idle joke, 
They are not made to chew. 
But most excellent to smoke. 

Thanksgiving will come, 
Now, girls, never fear. 
It will be around to see us 
In November, each year. 

Then you can get married ' 

And none need to fret; 

You can have a turkey dinner 

And smoke Camel Cigarettes. 

Mr. Reynolds calls his hands his people. 
Some have been here quite a whet; 
They put up millions of packages 
Of Camel Cigarettes. 

Our smokers praise their flavor. 
They will not condescend 
To smoke any other brand 
But the Turkish blend. 

When the writer was a boy 
Winston was nowhere. 
They had a courthouse and a jail. 
And a nigger was living here. 

But now she's rich and powerful. 
Her banner is unfurled. 
The progress of Winston Salem 
Is surprising to all the world. 



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